Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.